Nasturtium

The friend I normally go out with on a Friday is sniffing around his ex-girlfriend tonight (it'll end in tears, mark my words). And I am so bored. I've read, I've cooked, I've cleaned, I've pottered. I should be in the pub, arguing about the role of the Welsh mam in industrial literature or discussing weighty questions such as, if you could have three singing voices, what would they be?
Anyway, here's a blip from my hanging basket.